Sunday, April 14, 2013

Blade Queen, part 4

Blade Queen and Lynn's Trip will be shorter than usual tonight. Sorry about that.

I woke up this morning to find the body gone.

Of course,
Lily’s ditch was the first place I checked. Now
she’s stealing my trophies too. I’m really beginning to curse myself for
ever leaving her alive in the first place, and even further for still refusing
to kill her. I could’ve had it over and done with last night. She was right
there, I had my blade…why didn’t I just jump
on her?!

That girl
was turning me into a complete buffoon. Maybe she was some kind of forest witch
and I was under some screwed up spell. The only way to end the spell was to
kill the witch—but of course, the spell wouldn’t let me kill the witch. It was
the perfect enchantment, the perfect defense mechanism…the only thing that
could do the Forest Devil in was the Forest
Witch…

Oh, for fuck’s sake, look at me rambling. I’m
not even making any sense. I’ve gone completely out of my mind.

Anyway, both
Lily and the body were absent from her ditch, which gave me an uneasy feeling
like you wouldn’t believe. If she wasn’t there, she could be anywhere. She
could be attempting escape!

I palmed my
blade and began the search. If she was attempting escape, I had to kill her.
There was no other option. If she escaped, she would whistleblow to the
authorities and my life was as good as over. The only reason I’m still here is
because the authorities think I’m some kind of malevolent spirit or demon; this
is because the first few investigative teams sent back here all met my blade
before they could do anything. After that, nobody dared to send anybody else
back here. If that girl made her way out of here, the stories of the Forest
Devil would be over and I would be compromised. She had to stay here, dead or
alive. She belonged to me now.

Luckily for
her, I found her out by the creek, setting up some kind of weird rock formations.
Where is my corpse? I thought. I strolled
over to her and stood in front of her, my blade gleaming in my palm.

“What are
you doing?”

She stopped
her work and looked up at me, but didn’t answer. The girl has serious nerve.

“I said, what are you do-ing?”

She
shrugged. “Making something.”

“Where’s the
corpse from last night?” I asked her, smacking the blade handle against my
palm. “If you threw it out, I’ll run you through.”

“I buried
him,” she said “right here.”

She did
what?! “What do you mean, you buried him right here? Who do you think you are
to take my kills and bury them?! Did
you forget whose domain you are in?!”

“No,” she
said “I didn’t. I just thought you were done with him. You kind of just…left
him there. So I buried him and I’m making a grave.”

A grave?
“Did you know this guy, or something? Is that why you were so damn weepy last
night?”

Now I was
getting angry. “Girl, who the hell are you to tell me what I do with my victims?!
I’ve just about had it with you, you know. I make the mistake of keeping you
alive, and you start acting like you own the place!”

“It’s not
like that,” Lily protested. “It’s…”

“Shut up!” I
smacked her across the face. “I should have offed you on day one.” I was
suddenly very aware of the blade in my palm, which meant I must’ve been good
and ready to use it. Finally! I
thought. Finally, I’m going to do it! I
will be rid of this bane on my existence! My heart thumped in excitement,
and I began to smile at the thought of a new kill. I began advancing on her.
She didn’t move, she didn’t even flinch…

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I'm Star Nova, and I like to tell stories. This blog used to be more topical, but then just became a place where I could easily hold my stories. I have several short stories and two big works in progress, as well as some old crap and some pending revisions OF some old crap.
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